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I miss the sound that you held
In the depths of your chest
The quiet breathing
in the calm of the night
When the light of the stars
Fell gently across you
And the moon dipped down to kiss
The twinkling lips of Venus
I miss the swish of your arms
pine branches reaching
To encircle me in comfort
A shadowed embrace
And I miss your soft sighs
Your closed eyed smiles
As you drifted off to sleep
And you dragged me into your peace
I miss the sound of you
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Thinking of…
Nanami eating your pussy hungrily just after he came home from work. You heard a little talk about how work was stressful right before he lifted you off your feet, placing you on the kitchen counter, not even caring about your underwear and going straight to work. Licking your sensitive bud before sliding a finger in your wet hole. He only care about your pleasure and yours only. He didn’t place any attention to the growing budge inside of his pants while you let out muffled moans, not trying to be loud but he encouraged it. “Be as loud as possible princess, I love hearing you.” He said as he slide in another finger, still sucking on your clit like a baby.
Afterwords, he brung you to couch, no time going to the bedroom having you in doggy style. His hard member sliding inside of you easily and filling you whole. He grabbed a chunk of your hair, forcefully pulling your head back. “I love looking at you pretty face as i fuck you, so no looking back princess.” He said as soon as your ass started clapping back on him as he went in and out of you. Letting all of stress and anger from work out onto your little pussy as he whisper sweet little nothings in your ear. And of course you couldn’t hear, you were too busy taking it like a good girl
QUICK A/N: should i make this a series of different characters 🤭ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ????
#plan3tstarr#anime#reader insert#anime smut#fanfic#jjk smut#jjk nanami#nanami smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#quick write#jjk x reader#imagine
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Matty’s been feeling extra sentimental since we bought our very first flat together. Neither of us can believe that we’re finally moving in with one another, and making a home for our new family to grow in… but, it seems like the reality of it all is weighing on Matty a lot more than it’s weighed on me.
The process of moving our stuff into the building has been… tedious… especially with him being so big now. Since I refuse to let him lift anything, I’ve been the only one making trips back and forth from the van. Couches, tables, chairs, parts of our bed frame — I’ve had to bring them up to the third floor, all on my own. It’s exhausting… but I just don’t think that it’s right for Matty to help me… and that’s made him super upset.
He feels as though he should be able to assist me in getting the furniture up to our flat… that I should give him something else to do, instead of having him sit upstairs all the time… but I think he’s done quite enough already. So far, he’s organized the kitchen cupboards, put the utensils neatly into the drawers, hung a few curtains, decorated our bathroom, and chosen the colors that we’re going to use to paint the walls. If you ask me, I’d say that’s a job well-done… but Matty still doesn’t feel like he’s done enough to “contribute” to our future together.
It’s tough, trying to make him see things from my point of view… and, sometimes, I do feel like I’m using his pregnancy against him… but I’m not gonna change my stance at any point during this process. Matty’s in a fragile state, right now… and he’s just not strong enough.
I mean… even if I did let him help me unload the truck, he’s too all over the place to be of any real use. One minute, he’s mad at me for cooping him up in the open den… the next, he’s sobbing about how beautiful our future is going to be… and, a minute later, he’s rummaging through boxes, sorting through random belongings. I just don’t know what to do with him, sometimes.
Like now, he’s opening boxes of old photos, and holding me hostage in the den… taking me on an impromptu trip down memory lane. Photos of him and Tom, and the time he met the king, and all of the awards that he’s ever won, and blah blah blah. As sweet as it is, looking back at some of his fondest memories, I’ve got other priorities to tend to. There’s so much more furniture that I need to move, and he’s only holding me up.
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Just think about it for a sec. Setting Valentin's Day, you not so secretively hinting what day it is, him pretending he can't exactly remember why today is so special. You’re upset no matter how much he thinks it's cute to play dumb, even if he's hiding a little surprise for you. You go out with your girls, have a little fun night out, maybe come home a lil tipsy and come home to him waiting on you in just…a robe, his boxers, or maybe fully nude and standing behind something to tease you with his V-line.
Candles illuminate the room, gifts or sweets await you on the table and he's looking at you like you're a masterpiece even with your jacket hanging off of you and still a little mad. I'm talking about the men who pick you up and put you on that table, pushing your legs as far as they’ll go with a sly grin. “What pretty? Mad at me? Lemme fix that.” is the only thing he says before pulling your panties to the side and eating you like a starved man. Sucking and flicking his tongue at your clit until you’re whining, moaning into you like he's dining on a 5-star meal. He’s not stopping until you’re crying from overstimulation, drawing every orgasm out of your body as he greedily laps at your juices and only raises his head from your thighs to chuckle at your disheveled state. “You got another in you, I know you do. No, no, let me spoil that pussy, cum in my mouth again.”
Or or .ᐟ.ᐟ
Men who are bending you over the counter and pulling whatever clothes you got on out the way once you start whining and bratting he forgot today. “Baby I didn't forget a thing, you were just being impatient.” He’s so nonchalant about it, pissing you off more as you wiggle under him only to be meant with his chest pressed against your back and his weight fully on you. “You can either cut the shit and I'll fuck you until morning or take a few spankings and no dick.” With an ultimatum like that you shape up quickly, pressing that new nail set into the countertop as he backs off you, stripping your lower half to see you're already ready for him. “Wet from just that, I haven't been giving my needy girl the attention she deserves, I'll make up for it.” He definitely makes up for it, stuffing you nice and full with his cock. Giving you long, hard and deep strokes that reach that one spot that makes you cry out, kissing your neck, whispering the nastiest things in your ear until you’re cumming all on him and he's switched paces just to hear that sweet sound of skin slapping. Maybe be fills you with his cum, maybe he pulls out and paints your ass with it. Either way you’ll have forgotten all about him making you mad.
No matter which it is he's going to pull you into his arms, holding you tightly as he whispers “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe”
Jean Kirschtein, Keigo Takami, Connie Springer, Erwin Smith, Tetsurou Kuroo, Atsumu Miya, Tooru Oikawa, Jason Todd, + Any of your favs(or JJK men but I just started it and idk who fits)
#smut imagine#imagine#x reader#quick write#attack on titan x reader#dc x reader#haikyuu x reader#my hero academia x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#connie springer x reader#erwin smith x reader#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#miya atsumu x reader#oikawa tooru x reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader
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Always
Villain tried to shut the door, but Henchman was too fast, catching it by its edge before the gap could fully disappear.
“Found you," they said, half threat, half croon. They shoved into the house, knocking Villain back a few steps.
"What are you doing here?" Villain said, catching themself on the coatrack and nearly pulling it down on top of themself.
Henchman reached over Villain's head to steady it and then stayed there. Peeling back the nonchalance plastered over their shame. Taking in their altered form.
"Where have you been?" they countered, soft, knuckle raised gently against Villain's cheek before abruptly dropping again.
"Here. There. What does it matter? You found me." Villain ducked under their arm and hobbled slowly to the couch. Henchman's heavy step traveled in the opposite direction, followed by the click of the door closing, then the steps tramped back toward them. By the time Villain had plopped down on the couch cushion Henchman was kneeling in front of them. For an instant, it was like nothing had changed. Total fealty.
Villain stopped their hand short before they could touch Henchman's head. It felt wrong when they were so utterly weak. There had always been a balance, Henchman so physically intimidating, and Villain thrumming with destructive power. The upper hand, the reason for such devotion, had been crystal clear. Now, Villain could wither and scatter under Henchman's expectations.
"You completely disappeared." Henchman laid their head in Villain's lap anyway. "You were hurt and I got worried. But you didn't answer my calls. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. It's taken me 8 months to track you down. It's like you were trying to avoid me."
Villain sighed, dropping their rigidness and succumbing to the urge to stroke back Henchman's hair. It was just as soft as they remembered, thick and fluffy like an animal pelt. They twirled a piece above their ear, but avoided Henchman's watching eyes as they responded, "I was done for and everyone knew it. It was better to step down and disappear than wait for someone else to assassinate me."
Henchman reached up and took loose hold of Villain's wrist. Why was their gaze so earnest? Didn't they know? Didn't they feel the difference in them? Shouldn't that past awe and adoration be visibally dying at the sight of them?
"I would've protected you," Henchman said.
"I didn't want you to. I have too many enemies. You would have been hurt."
"Then you should've told me. I would've come with you."
"I didn't want that either."
Henchman flinched, and Villain was struck with a stab of guilt. That wasn't entirely true. Of course, Villain had wanted Henchman with them. Of course, it was agony knowing they couldn't even say goodbye. But anything but a clean break would have been worse. They couldn't just ask Henchman to give up their position, goals, and standing for life of nothing. No, more than that, they couldn't bear to see Henchman's devotion grow into disdain. The loss of their powers was the loss of their worth. Henchman would've clung to the threads of their memories but ultimately, Villain would have failed them.
Henchman dropped Villain's wrist but huddled in a little closer. "And...now that I'm here?"
Villain's heart panged. "You should go back."
Henchman hugged tight around Villain's legs, almost like a lifeline. "Why?"
Moment of truth. Time to make this permanent. “I’m not going back.”
“I know.”
“I can’t. I’m ruined. Those heroes took everything when they stripped me and left me for dead."
"I know."
"And even if I wasn’t. I still wouldn’t go back. I was getting tired. Losing focus. That's how they got me in the first place."
“I know.”
Why did they keep saying that? Obviously, they did not know if they could be so casual. This was the rest of their life!
“Henchman, I can’t give you anything anymore. I don't have the influence or power to protect you. I can't bring about a bright new world. I'm spent. A pathetic shell. You should find another person to serve. I'll never be able to give you what you want."
Henchman turned their head up at them. "Why would I want any of that?"
Villain choked. "Don't you?"
"Maybe when I was a kid. Things change over a couple decades." They lifted their head and sank back on their heels. "Your powers were amazing. It's true that they drew me to you. But I never stuck around for that. Or for the status. You're just so..." Henchman broke off, face crinkling as they searched for the word. Finally, they shrugged. "I don't know; it's too big. You spent so long taking care of me. Looking out for me. Giving me chances I didn't think I deserved. Let me do the same for you." Henchman took their hand in both of theirs, hesitantly kissing one knuckle. "Just let me be with you."
Villain flushed a little. They'd always been close. Close enough for feelings. Close enough for both to recognize it in the other. But there had never seemed to be a right time to acknowledge them out loud.
"Do you really not want me here?" Henchman said at Villain's extended silence.
"You'd be ok with a normal life?" Villain pressed. "No powers, no schemes, no money, just me?"
"It's always been just you."
Villain slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of Henchman. "Of course, I want you here."
They couldn't keep their voice from cracking in the middle and the next thing they knew they were folded up in Henchman's arms. They melted immediately. All the shame, fear, and frustration seemed to fade right out of them.
"I love you."
Henchman jolted a little, but as they pressed their head to Villain's, Villain saw a smile tugging at their lips. "Good. Then I'll always, always stay."
#heroes and villains#creative writing#heroes and villains community#writblr#writing snippet#villain#villain x villain#villain x henchman#retired villain#retired henchman#quick write
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Paradise
Is a moment
Gone
In the blink of an
Eye
#my writing#my photgraphy#original phography#poetry#poem#creative writing#spilled ink#sunset#sky#paradise#nature#permanent impermanence#no filter#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#quick write
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Mark treating you like a toy while he finishes fkn you because you’re tired and can’t do anything anymore
Him throwing you around and folding you in the most binding positions just to get reactions from you
Low key denying your orgasm because he wants to hear you whine and see you pout with glassy eyes
Squeezing and sucking on your neck cause that’s what makes you especially puddy like in his hands
Shoving his fingers down your throat just so you drool uncontrollably looking even more fucked out
Finally cumming in you and watching it drip out slowly
Gathering it with his fingers and forcing them in your mouth so you can taste both of you
Grabbing you by your hair and pulling you to lick him clean
Gripping your throat when you’re done so he can have a taste too ♥️
#nct#dream#127#nctu#nct dream#nct 127#nct 127 smut#nct mark#mark lee#lee minhyung#nct dream smut#nct smut#nct u smut#smut#smut writer#smut writing#drabble#quick write#manhandling#fr33use#cw choking#choking#tw cumplay#breeding k1nk#k1nky#0rgasm denial#neck kisses#hand kink#0ral fixation#cumeater
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I just have to write this drabble/short oneshot or else I'm gonna combust but here you go!
"They said I would find you here."
Eren looked up to the source of that melodic soft voice, his bottle of beer pressed to his lips as he was about to drink some. Even in the layers of coat, beanie, and scarf, Mikasa looked so beautiful, especially with how the neon sign of the pub illuminated her face, that it made Eren's heart pound to his chest. He should probably take the time to commit her face to memory; in a few days, she would be packing her stuff from the office and leave.
He couldn't help but fake a smile for her. To hide the fact that he felt lonely the day she handed her resignation to their editor-in-chief, Erwin.
"Crowd's getting louder inside, I'm starting to have a head ache," Eren said to Mikasa as he patted the space beside him. He took another swig of his beer while Mikasa made herself comfortable.
She was also cradling a bottle of beer for herself and for a few minutes they sat side by side by side, enjoying the inviting silence of the street being slowly departed by the people on their way to their homes or to the nearby restaurants and bars. A minus one of Last Christmas was playing inside the pub their company rented for the night, and the wails coming from Connie blasted through the pub's dilapidated speakers as he attempted to sing in-tune.
Mikasa chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm gonna miss this," she said. Eren looked at her and asked, "What, you're gonna miss your ears bleed with Connie's singing?"
"Honestly? Yeah." Mikasa looked back to where their colleagues drink and sing. "I'm gonna miss the whole team and their shenanigans during brainstorming."
Mikasa took a long swig of her beer before saying softly, "I'm gonna miss our coffee breaks, Eren."
Maybe it's the alcohol but Eren swore he saw Mikasa's eyes soften to a form of loneliness (?) but he would be calling himself delirious. Him and her were just colleagues, colleagues who happened to always get their coffees in the same cafe at the same time. Who happened to know each others' favorite sandwich and pasta for lunch.
She was just his colleague who happened to be his crush since their first day, during their first assignment writing an article about the most shippable fictional characters. And maybe, after four years of working together as writers and content creators, Mikasa was just Eren's colleague that he had harbored feelings for and now might be his only chance to say whatever these feelings were to her.
But, instead, Eren said, "I'm sure there will be better cafes in Hizuru, Miks."
What a fool.
Mikasa looked down, a falter of a smile gracing her lips as she said, "Probably." She sipped from her bottle and said, "But it wouldn't be the same."
What used to be a comfortable silence stretched out to become an awkward void between them. Minutes past, Connie's song was done, and here both Mikasa and Eren were, still sitting outside the pub, their beers getting cold as the snow started to fall. Why am I so good at ruining my chances, Eren asked himself. Why am I so good ruining moments like this? Probably because I'm the number one hopelessly in love coward out there, he noted.
"Um, we should probably go back inside. Connie said every one of us should sing in the karaoke machine," Mikasa finally said and she chuckled awkwardly as she stand. She was about to pull the door open when Eren suddenly said, "Miks wait!"
Mikasa looked back at him while he stumbled in front of her. Eren looked down breathing out as he whispered to himself, "the heck, pull yourself together, man," before looking back at her, eyes intense and mind fried with nervousness.
"I should have asked you a long time ago but, shit, I'm not really good at this. I don't know, fuck." Eren sucked in a breath and finally said, "I like you, Mikasa. And I don't know what I'll do if I don't say that before you go but, yeah. I really like you, Mikasa Ackerman."
Mikasa kept staring at him and Eren couldn't help think that he might have creeped her out. After what felt like forever, Eren didn't expect what Mikasa said next.
"Does that mean you're okay with long distance?"
Eren blinked once, then twice. Is he okay with long distance? He didn't have to think twice with his answer.
"If it's with you, I don't mind."
#eremika#Eren#Mikasa#Coworkers#resignation#Confessions#it's very fluff ofc#drabble#eremika fanfic#aot fanfiction#quick write#Christmas can be lonely#Especially if you don't confess to your crush#I'm looking at you Eren
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Scars on my heart,
they make a pattern
of what I've been through,
and who I am today.
I've often wondered
what it would be like
to live a different life,
one without the pain.
But who would I be
if I never had to struggle?
If I never faced the giants,
how would I know my own strength?
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NSFW YUUSHI TOTSUMOTO HCS (lady k and the sick man)
Yuushi Totsumoto is the type of person to talk you through it while looking you in the eyes. Telling you “you’re doing so good” and js utterly praise the fuck outta you while describing how you would be a good mother and good you would look pregnant while giving you long and deep strokes inside of your pussy.
Yuushi Totsumoto is the type of guy to discuss new sexual ideas to spice things up in bed for you and him to get creative and try new stuff while also clinging on to old ideas such as toys, bondage, etc
Yuushi Totsumoto is the type to make you a creamy wet mess while teasing you, leaving you crying and begging for more tryna keep up dominant act but secretly is ready to give you the best dick ever for round 2 , just want to hear you beg for it because it turns him on.
Yuushi Totsumoto is the type to fuck you constantly just to get a child. Tracking your ovulation days, following tips from online, going as far as to fuck you on your cycle just incase. And don't think when you get pregnant he'll stop. He'll keep fucking you each day until that baby pops out
Yuushi Totsumoto is the type to leave marks all over your body, visible and non-visible to others and starts smirking when he hears others making comments on because he didn't want you to cover them up
Yuushi Totsumoto is the type to give you the best aftercare ever. Caring for you, running a bath, getting whatever you need and ending it off with a cuddle to bed
Quick A/N: I have a smut ver. of him + k coming soon so stay tune!! Well be uploaded on my ao3 account as well
#plan3tstarr#anime#reader insert#lady k and the sick man#smutty smut smut#aftercare#headcanon#quick write#anime smut#anime and manga#anime headcanons
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Tyler showing you that he’s still just as attractive as he was when you met him, even though he’s put on a bit of weight since then… as if he has to prove it to you.
Who does he think is responsible for making him this way? Sitting there, in his office chair, with his shirt unbuttoned and his stomach drooping over the waistline of his pants, and an old photo of him pulled up on his phone. Who’s been encouraging him to eat more and more, all these weeks? Continues to feed him after every meal, even when he begs them to stop. Who’s the person who keeps him from going to the gym every night, like he always says he will? And who’s the one whose got him hooked on sugar? It’s you… it’s always been you… and he’s just too in love to realize it.
You’re the one who cooks and cleans for him… feeds him from your own hands, like he’s an overgrown baby… and keeps him sitting on his ass. You’re the one who buys him fast food whenever he wants it… the one who always gets him an extra dessert, even when he hasn’t asked for it. You’re his perfect partner… always there to keep him overfed, and take care of his bloated belly once he’s done eating… and, until he understands that you’re the reason for all of the weight that he’s gained in these last few weeks, he’ll only continue to get bigger.
The influence of new love tends to make a man blind… it’s a well known truth. Tyler is just as attractive as he used to be — if not more handsome now — but you love it when he gets insecure about his looks, because you know that the only person that he’s trying to convince is himself… and you love watching him while he does it. He may wise up to your tricks soon… once he gets used to you… or, even worse, tired of you… but, until that day comes, you’ll just keep on feeding him.
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Hi awk² 😘 muahxX💋🥰
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when
summary: the when's and development of your feelings for a certain typhoon.
warnings: angst? more bittersweet really
A/N: honestly, this was a quick drabble after finishing notes for class :D since it was just a quick idea, i didn't really develop into a whole backstory and stuff without getting ahead of myself lmao but angst? yes(my first attempt) also was listening to tame impala's "For the First Time" as I wrote this so that kinda explains alot, enjoy!
When you first started gaining feelings for Vash, it was a night filled with thought and contemplation from your own head. Was this right? He was your best friend for god sake! No, you can't like him. It's not that you didn't want to, you couldn't. Your mind told you to hold back, to stop whatever was developing in you about the typhoon. And as much as you didn't want to accept it, you were in denial. The pair of you have traveled together for so long but you never got tired of the mischievous glint in his eyes, and the toothy smile he would shoot at you. You found it..cute.
In your own words, Vash was too considerate for a world that put their back to him, and you found it admirable.
You clenched the jacket you wore tightly as the snores of your caravan filled the night behind a large rock you sat behind. Maybe you needed the priest to pray for you...
When you started accepting your feelings for him, it felt as if your stomach constantly hurt every time you'd stand too near to him. And honestly, Vash had been the first crush you've had in a real long time and that flustered you a bit more. Whenever he'd put his hands on your shoulders, the familiar sensation of electricity ran up your back to which he'd curiously ask why your face had flushed red. Were you sick? He recommended a day off from working around with Wolfwood. Of course he did. when he walked away, you couldn't help but quickly cover your face with your hands.
When you noticed the difference, it kind of...hurt. The fact that he had become more affectionate with Meryl, seeking to find her side and accompany her more than he had with you. Was that a hand-hold? You felt a minor tinge in your heart. But that was okay! You guys were still best friends! Why were you feeling some type of way about it? You should be supporting him! You try to shrug the thought off and continue walking behind them as that little toothy smile you loved and had thought was reserved for just you, was given to another. You smiled on to the both of them, ignoring the growing ache in your chest.
When Wolfwood finally noticed the change in your behavior whenever you gazed at the pair, you had already fallen deep into the heavy pressure that resided in your heart. You didn't want to stop Vash from going after Meryl. What kind of person would you be if you did? Wolfwood confronts you as you had temporarily stepped away one night as everyone took camp in the dry deserts of No Man's Land. And as the more questions Wolfwood asked you, the more your throat felt as if it wanted to burn. And it wasn't until he asked a singular question, that you broke. You sobbed as the ache in your chest got unbearable and so heavy your stomach dropped to the floor and the familiar feeling of wanting to throw up arose. Wolfwood sighs and takes a seat next to you, rubbing your back as you leaned onto him for support.
"Is it needle-noggin and Meryl?"
When Vash and Meryl got officially together and Vash had come to break the news to you, you couldn't help but give him a pained smile, not even attempting to speak in fear of a tear falling out. and he asks what's wrong? Were you feeling okay? Did you need help? And he gives you that same toothy-nervous grin when you shake your head in fake reassurance.
oh how you missed that smile.
#the other wommeeennnnn#trigun imagines#vash x reader#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun angst#trigun stampede x reader#drabble#quick write#vash imagine#my curious attempt at writing a inch of angst#is this even angst?#more bittersweet honestly#u see wolfwood wouldnt do me dirty like this yall#nvm he kinda would LMAO#i still love vash tho#vash rights but not really in this drabble#should i right a redemption drabble to this?#nahhhh?#or maybe?(insert big eye here)
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live, laugh, love micah yujin 🙏🤲
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The void in which
We lose ourselves
Is where we find
Salvation
#my writing#poem#poetry#creative writing#ego death#detachment#letting go#spirituality#spiritual journey#spiritual growth#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#quick write
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